BATTLE HEIGHTS
- Following are the reminiscences by Doris Gray Fenton, of her days at Battle
- Heights school, both as pupil and teacher.
- The school was built in 1914 in the standard pattern of the day, with
- white siding, three narrow windows on each of the north and south walls,
- a tiny vestibule at the entrance, and a flag pole never known to fly a flag
- at the other end. The interior was lined with beaverboard and V-joint
- wainscoting. There was, of course, no insulation and when the wind blew,
- it could be felt any place you put your hand on the V-joint. A large heater
- with a black metal jacket occupied one corner. Water spilled around the
- water cooler at the back remained as ice from Christmas until spring. The
- desks must have been the finest for their day. They were free-moving,
- with drawers under the seats, and tops sliding forward and back so that
- they could be adjusted up or down by a series of bolts. On the coldest days,
- children were allowed to sit on the top with their feet on the seats. One
- of the smallest desks had a four-inch extension of the legs to fit one of
- the first students, a very tall girl who came from Fabyan. The desk
- remained the same, though the girl had moved away long ago. It was a real
- menace – someone was always upsetting it. Several children came from
- Fabyan until a school was built there.
- I distinctly remember my first day at school. My sister, who wasn’t old
- enough to attend, was sent too. We each had a slate and slate pencil. We
- wore pink voile dresses with ruffled skirts, wide white sashes and white
- stockings. The total enrolment was twelve, and we were the only girls.
- After school we visited at the neighbours, who had a wonderful herd of
- Shetland ponies. What a fine time we had riding until Mother came for us
- with the buggy. Imagine the little pink dresses!
- The school yard was nice, with a hill half prairie and half tall poplars.
- Flowers we called tall buttercups grew under a clump of big diamond
- willows. I haven’t seen any of these flowers for years. There were also
- crocuses, tiny buttercups and blue-eyed grass. While I attended Battle
- Heights we had no purchased equipment except for a soccer ball one of the
- teachers bought us. Some of our classmates had gone to school in Britain,
- so they were better at kicking the ball than the rest of us. We played
- soccer all winter. One of the fathers made good baseballs with twine, and
- bats from dried poplar. We used our winter mitts for catching.
- Anti-I-Over was a favorite game because we could all play at once. We
- had a fine time until the ball rolled behind the chimney.
- The children in the community seldom got far from home in those days so
- we were not exposed to the usual run of childhood diseases, except for
- whooping cough which one family brought from Wainwright. One infant
- girl died in the resulting epidemic.
- In the middle thirties I came to teach at Battle Heights. All my
- classmates were gone but most of the same families were represented.
- School enrolment had tripled, so more land had been added to the school
- yard. The ball diamond had been moved to the new ground, saving many
- windows. There were fastballs, and proper bats, and games were played
- according to regulation rules. Other school teams were invited to play.
- The school division held a track and field meet at Wainwright. I had no
- experience coaching and the children had never taken part. Enthusiasm
- made up for expertise and we were second school in total points, beaten
- only by Melbrae, whose teacher for several years was a fine athlete.
- Three of our girls won medals for most points in their age group.
- In winter, most children came to school in sleighs. A few rode, and the
- horses were kept in the school barn. In summer, nearly everyone rode
- bareback. At least fifteen horses were loose in the school yard at one
- time. It was almost a rodeo at home-time catching all of them.
- Horsemanship was acquired by osmosis in those days. We grew up knowing
- the right things to do.
- The school was the social centre of the community. Each year there was a
- Christmas concert, with a tree, gifts, treats, lunch and a dance. The date
- was chosen carefully so as not to conflict with those of nearby schools.
- Every other Friday after New Year’s until spring, all the desks went out in
- the snow to make room for card playing and a dance. This made school
- projects almost impossible in winter since there were no storage
- cupboards. The children had a post office at Valentine’s Day and Easter
- and exchanged homemade cards. Some years they had Junior Red Cross,
- held meetings, and collected small sums of money to be sent away. A red
- letter day was the annual hike to the river hills, almost three miles.
- Classes were cancelled for the day and we took a picnic lunch. It was
- exhausting, but educational, as many plants grew there that did not grow
- on the farms. I still time the coming out of the poplar leaves by the dates
- we used to go on those school hikes. Then came the school picnic on the
- last day, a great time with freedom ahead. The parents came, there were
- races and wonderful food eaten in the big bluff across the road where the
- pink wintergreen blooms pushed up through the leaf mold.
- Battle Heights school closed in 1950. Now there were gravelled roads and
- snowplows. Children rode the bus to Wainwright. The bluff with the
- wintergreen has long been a cultivated field, and so has the school yard.
- The building has been moved north of Irma and converted into a farm home.
- All that’s left is a scraggly row of caraganas where one side of the Paige
- wire fence stood.
- In July, 1939 we had a reunion for all those who had attended over the
- years. It was held at the Passchendale Community Centre. Over one
- hundred people, from the west coast to Eastern Ontario, attended. Five
- former teachers were present. We had a wonderful time for two days,
- with a horse-shoe tournament, a dance and an outdoor church service led
- by one of our own ordained people. The man who had bought the school
- gave us the old wooden sign with the school’s name and number. We had it
- hung in the Wainwright museum with pictures of the reunion and a
- suitable inscription.
- Looking back, it was a wonderful time and place to grow up. Even children
- could go anywhere without fear, be it daylight or dark.
Battle Heights
by Doris Gray Fenton
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